The Darkest Touch

*Amon* · 05-06-2017, 10:57 PM

Naamah stayed close to him as he refreshed himself. Amon found that he was energized by her presence. Not only was she a worthy challenge to keep up with, she was a compelling mystery as well. Where she had come from and how much truth there was to the store she had told him, well... He could hardly leave that alone. Then there was the fact that Naamah was an entirely pleasant travel companion when all was said and done. She did not drown him in meaningless chatter, she was familiar with the lay of the land, shared his disdain for more common curs and, of course, was rather easy on the eyes...

His linger stare snapped upright as she began to speak about her reason for bringing him here. He strained to make sense of her meaning through her mangled use of the common language. She was testing him, hmm? And she wanted to rough house a bit? He let loose a chuckle, one born deep in the depths of his gut. Curse her for realizing so easily that he would not back down easily from a challenge. He rolled his shoulders and sighed. "Like pups, then, are we? Bickering about in the sand?" He scoffed and stood, backing away from the water's edge. He turned to face her head on. "Well come on then, show me what you're made of. Who says this secret is even worth knowing?" He taunted her a bit, waiting to see if he might get a rise out of the woman.

Obviously his newest companion was feeling a bit frisky today; first the run along the beach and now this. Well, he wouldn't deny her if it was what she wanted. Besides, he could admit that it was as good a way as any to see how fit she was, to see the extent of her skills. He waited for her to make a move.
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OOC: I'm totally cool if you wanna turn this into an official spar in your next post, or if you wanna keep it informal that's cool too! Unless I totally misunderstood Naam xD

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